Classic Poem

Time was when Sleep and I were well acquainted,
Time was when we walked ever hand in hand —
A slumbrous youth, with nervousness untainted,
No sleepier soul than I in all the land.
Time was when things like traffic regulations
Impressed me but as made for other men;
I never thought a thing of cells and stations —
Ah me! I was a fair young cyclist then!

Talked one of cars, I paid but scant attention;
Spoke one of gasolene, I gave no heed;
Magnetos were a thing I'd never mention;
And motor catalogues I would not read.
Time was when all my woes were paragraphic;
Time was when all my work was with a pen;
I used to have no trouble with the traffic —
Ah me! I was a fair young cyclist then!